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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 20, 2012 16:23:03 GMT -5
((Dafuq brain? Why this title? Anyway, I hope this works for us~))
Finally. Silence.
As much as Spain loved to talk, he also enjoyed silence. Especially after a long day of other people yelling, running around, fighting zombies, breaking up the squabbles between two nations, training, gardening, cooking and everything else, he was DONE. He wanted nothing more than to relax and sleep and just ignore the world for a good eight hours, if not more.
He stretched his arms behind his head and walked along the catwalk where all the bunk beds were.
Backup lights on? Check. Emergency alarm functional? Check. Doors locked? Check. Windows sealed? Check. Wake-up alarm? Check. Breakfast chosen for tomorrow? Check. Everyone in bed and asleep? Check.
His job was done for the day.
He sighed and rubbed his tired green eyes, climbing the ladder of his shared bunk bed and not even bother to change out of his uniform. He could clean it tomorrow.
Smiling, he closed his eyes and started planning his day for tomorrow.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 20, 2012 16:44:58 GMT -5
Norway was buried in his sheets...and dreaming...dreaming about the past...better times and his family. Iceland his brother, Sweden and Finland his cousins...and Denmark...Denmark. What was Denmark to him really? A brother? Best friend? Lover? Yeah he did have romantic feelings towards the nation but...the word lover was a bit strong...right?
"Nor~!" a small voice yelled out.
The nordic looked around him. Where was he? In a field. A big huge field. Then, from the corner of the small nations eyes he saw someone waving. Norway turned to see Denmark smiling and waving to him. "Yo Nor!!! Why are you way over there?! Your missing the picnic! Sve and Ice are already waiting! Finny just came with the food! C'mon Nor! Hurry!!!" The nation cried out to him. Norway felt a smirk find its self on his face and the nation started running.
Running towards Denmark and his friends...but why did they seem to be getting farther away from him. "D-dan! Danmark!" Norway starting crying out to the nation using his old nickname. But they just kept getting farther away. Then, the worst thing happened...the nightmare that the nordic country had always feared. Denmark was piled under hundreds and hundreds of zombies and just screaming in pain and agony....
"DENMARK!" Norway finally cried waking up. He looked around himself and sighed. He was back at the warehouse...in his bunk bed....Norway covered his eyes and tried to calm down. Denmark was strong...h-he was probebly fine somewhere and looking for him. Yeah...Denmark would show up in a few days time...Norway was sure of it...but he felt his eyes start watering...what if he didnt. What if the nation never came back to him? What if he would never be able to hug the nation again...or punch his face because he was being annoying....or just talk to him...unfortunetly...against norway's wishes...he cried.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 20, 2012 17:24:53 GMT -5
Spain literally fell out of his bunk when he heard Norway's cry.
No seriously, he actually hit the ground.
That's what he got for laying half-off the bed and suddenly being startled.
When he could finally breathe again (the wind was knocked out of him from the fall) he heard something odd...
Was the Nordic nation... crying?
"Noruega... Is everything alright?" He asked, worry in his eyes. Slowly and calmly - so as to not startle Norway - he set his hand on the younger's shoulder, gently rubbing up and down so as to try and get him to relax.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 20, 2012 17:49:34 GMT -5
Norway jumped at the light touch he felt on his shoulder. His eyes went wide as he turned to see the Spainish bunkmate behind him trying to comfort him. Trying...The norwegien country quickly rubbed his eyes and tried getting the tears out of his eyes. Tried..."I-Im fine Spain." The scandinavian country said as he continued to make the tears that he had dissapear. He hated that he was crying. He never showed emotion. EVER. He just couldnt do it. It was hard and he just thought showing any emotion ment weakness, wheather it was happy emotions or sad ones.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 20, 2012 21:17:51 GMT -5
Spain new the sound of lying well, after living with Romano for years. As much as he wanted to respect Norway and drop the entire thing, that would do more hurt than help.
With a soft smile, he climbed next to Norway and pulled him close like he used to with Romano all those centuries ago. Both of the boys seemed to hide their emotions well, but although Spain was dense, he learned quickly. "Tell me what's wrong." He set his chin on top of the silky platinum blonde hair below him and rubbed small circle's on Norway's back.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 21, 2012 0:39:10 GMT -5
Norway had never been helled like this. It was....a new feeling to him. The last time he was helled like this, he was a little kid and he was getting helled by his grandpa Scandinavia. The nordic felt limp in Spain's arms. He didnt know what to do or say at that moment. Should he just come out with what he was thinking and crying about? Or just leave it and never tread on it. He had never talked to the Spainish nation to much but he felt like he could trust the nation...
"D-denmark....." the nordic nation finally said. He covered his face and said, "Im sorry but....Denmark....h-he hasent come.....I just. God im weak......"
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 21, 2012 15:24:54 GMT -5
Ah, so that's what this was about. Homesickness and worry. Boy did he know that feeling well.
"Missing someone doesn't mean you're weak, Norway." Spain assured him, keeping his voice down low, so as to not wake anyone else. "And look at all of us, we all have left someone behind. We know how you feel. I know how you feel." Just one look into his eyes proved that. He was without his better half, his Romano. But he kept going, day after day, because he knew that's what Romano would want. "The best thing you can do is keep going. Don't look back. After all, would he honestly want you to be worried about him?"
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 21, 2012 16:15:26 GMT -5
"He's an idot." Norway said plainly. "H-he cant do a single thing without hurting himself or hurting someone else...." Norway said this so easily because ever since he had know Denmark, he'd always had been an idiot. He would get to carried up in things....then he'd get hurt and always come crying to the nordic country and ask for help. Even when the two were vikings. Being ruthluss and bloodthirsty, Denmark would still come crying to Norway. He vagegly remebered capturing Normandy in France. And while he was relaxing in his win, the Danish country came bursting in and begging for help against a tribe who was kicking his butt at the time.
Norway smiled sadly and said, "H-he wouldnt survive without me.....he couldnt...he's so...." but the Nordic country couldnt finish...he didnt have the feeling in his stomach.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 22, 2012 13:35:38 GMT -5
That sounded like the same thing several people would say about him. Which meant that he knew exactly what was going to happen.
"Then there's nothing to worry about." Spain leaned back with a smile, so Norway could see it. "That means he'll rush here faster than ever. You need each other, I can tell. So just wait, he'll be here as soon as he can. I promise."
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 22, 2012 16:55:31 GMT -5
"How do you know that he'll come here of all places?" Norway asked still not wanting to have eye contact with the spainish country. "T-the guy's an airhead....he wouldnt know where to go..." Norway said while crying. He was starting to hate the sound of him crying, he never cried this much. He hated crying. He hated showing emotion in general.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 22, 2012 17:55:20 GMT -5
It was a bit surprising to Spain that the usually emotionless nation was crying of all things, however, his large heart reached out to him. Gently, he wiped away his tears, giving him a small smile. "Because you're here." The simple and honest truth was all he needed to hear.
"Now, cheer up~." Spain beamed and ruffled Norway's hair. "Denmark wouldn't want to see you like this, now would he? So smile~!" He used his fingers to spread Norway's cheeks and make the younger smile. "Fusosososososososo~"
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 22, 2012 19:58:33 GMT -5
Norway felt the spainard wipe away his tears then he felt the man use his fingers to make the nordic nation smile. The old nation slapped away Spains fingers and stared at him for a little bit. The spanish man just wanted to make him smile even for a little while and Norway sighed. He understood that Spain was just trying to make him smile, but Norway didnt feel like smiling to much....but he looked at Spain and gave him a half hearted smile, "Thank you Spain."
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 22, 2012 20:07:44 GMT -5
Spain laughed a bit even when Norway slapped his hands away. He knew that the younger didn't mean it, so he just ruffled his soft hair again. "You're very welcome." He said. "Anytime you need to talk, I'm right here." He pointed to his bunk, half-hugging the Nordic nation.
Feeling confident that he was alright, Spain stood up, getting ready to head back up. "Well, you should get some sleep. Can't fight when you're tired, after all." He gently kissed Norway's forehead like one might their younger sibling, just barely brushing his lips on his skin.
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Post by [x] Norway on Jun 22, 2012 20:30:45 GMT -5
Norway rubbed his forehead after spain kissed his forhead. It felt.....weird to him. The nordic nation had never been the little sibling in anything. He'd always been the older one, the older sibling. He just kept rubbing it, but no matter how long he rubbed his forehead he still felt the warmness on his head.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jun 22, 2012 20:36:46 GMT -5
Although Spain was a bit confused as to why Norway was rubbing his forehead, he didn't really question it.
Much.
"Ah, Noruega... what are you doing?"
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